Everyone has weird jobs. I used to tag along w/ Mom and help clean houses. At age 7, I knew how to do laundry, dust, vacuum, and the like. I was quite the little princess. My first real job other than mowing lawns for old people was installing facia and soffet at the fair for my Uncle Tom. Everything was fine until a piece of aluminum hit me in the eye off the saw and then I smashed my thumb with a hammer trying to drive a nail through double paned alum siding. I tossed my hammer like the mighty Thor and unleashed my first work meltdown of many.
At 16, I worked for Revco as a stock boy that also had to run the cash register. I loved when the first of month coincided with senior discount Wednesdays! White trash and cheap old people…what could be better? I also bagged groceries at the “poor” grocery store. I remember asking a woman “paper or plastic” when I looked up and saw she had some skin disease. She had raised bumps covered in thick, black hair from head to toe. I literally convulsed as she hatedly stared at my visceral reaction. I still shudder over that one.
I one time had a job doing customer service. This is why I am very nice to customer service folks now. I broke so many phones smashing them into the counter, I used every spare in the building and I was told from that point forward, it would be coming out of my paycheck. I didn’t break anymore phones, but I did throw a lot of office supplies around. My least favorite phone call of all time is the husband/wife combo call. This is where either the husband or wife who doesn’t know anything makes the call while the other one, the aggressor, screams in the background the whole time. Just put the verbal abuser on the phone. This call is usually involving old people or poor white trash for some reason… Enjoy your Monday, only 40 hours to go!